Saint
Jase
New Orleans, Louisiana, United States
Manifesto of depression, stocking up my weapons
Natural Born Killers, get relief from my aggression
Symbol of oppression, triple six flexin'
Fu¢kboys love my seconds, smoking dope while I'm textin'
Sounds so simple, right? Artesian on some ice
Both wrists sliced, killing myself every night
Motherfu¢kers wanna adopt the dark, but I was born in it
Poppin' pills until I'm stoppin' hearts
Bunch of worms swimmin'
Through my veins and blood
Put that lead through my skull
Through my veins and blood
Put that lead through my skull
Kill yourself, motherfu¢ker

Death in the night, hidin' from the light
Everything changes when you make it out alive
Middle of the night, hopin' that I die
Middle of the night, always fu¢king high
Got a life I'm tryna shake
Get the fu¢k away
Die slow for me, baby
Let's get the fu¢k away
Die slow, let's get the fu¢k away

I'm hopin' that someone will come and slit my throat
And then I can finally overdose
Shawty lookin' like she needs some rest
So in the grave, she goes
I'm right beside her, she tryna get what's in my chest
Hollow ribs, she doesn't know that I'm a ghost
Hauntin' the air with my sweet decay
For death, I do not delay
Yeah, that's why my skin is grey
*59 is the blood stain painted on your day
Switchin' up the blade, yeah, she said she wants the knife
Told her, "Bit¢h, I got the sword"
Yeah, her dress ain't white no more
I'm that 7th Ward dead lord
Got my bit¢h dead on the floor
Now she beggin' for some more
Now she beggin' for some more

I'm hopin' that someone will come and slit my throat
And then I can finally overdose
Shawty lookin' like she needs some rest
So in the grave, she goes
I'm right beside her, she tryna get what's in my chest
Hollow ribs, she doesn't know that I'm a ghost
Hauntin' the air with my sweet decay
For death, I do not delay
Yeah, that's why my skin is grey
*59 is the blood stain painted on your day
Switchin' up the blade, yeah, she said she wants the knife
Told her, "Bit¢h, I got the sword"
Yeah, her dress ain't white no more
I'm that 7th Ward dead lord
Got my bit¢h dead on the floor
Now she beggin' for some more
Now she beggin' for some more
Manifesto of depression, stocking up my weapons
Natural Born Killers, get relief from my aggression
Symbol of oppression, triple six flexin'
Fu¢kboys love my seconds, smoking dope while I'm textin'
Sounds so simple, right? Artesian on some ice
Both wrists sliced, killing myself every night
Motherfu¢kers wanna adopt the dark, but I was born in it
Poppin' pills until I'm stoppin' hearts
Bunch of worms swimmin'
Through my veins and blood
Put that lead through my skull
Through my veins and blood
Put that lead through my skull
Kill yourself, motherfu¢ker

Death in the night, hidin' from the light
Everything changes when you make it out alive
Middle of the night, hopin' that I die
Middle of the night, always fu¢king high
Got a life I'm tryna shake
Get the fu¢k away
Die slow for me, baby
Let's get the fu¢k away
Die slow, let's get the fu¢k away

I'm hopin' that someone will come and slit my throat
And then I can finally overdose
Shawty lookin' like she needs some rest
So in the grave, she goes
I'm right beside her, she tryna get what's in my chest
Hollow ribs, she doesn't know that I'm a ghost
Hauntin' the air with my sweet decay
For death, I do not delay
Yeah, that's why my skin is grey
*59 is the blood stain painted on your day
Switchin' up the blade, yeah, she said she wants the knife
Told her, "Bit¢h, I got the sword"
Yeah, her dress ain't white no more
I'm that 7th Ward dead lord
Got my bit¢h dead on the floor
Now she beggin' for some more
Now she beggin' for some more

I'm hopin' that someone will come and slit my throat
And then I can finally overdose
Shawty lookin' like she needs some rest
So in the grave, she goes
I'm right beside her, she tryna get what's in my chest
Hollow ribs, she doesn't know that I'm a ghost
Hauntin' the air with my sweet decay
For death, I do not delay
Yeah, that's why my skin is grey
*59 is the blood stain painted on your day
Switchin' up the blade, yeah, she said she wants the knife
Told her, "Bit¢h, I got the sword"
Yeah, her dress ain't white no more
I'm that 7th Ward dead lord
Got my bit¢h dead on the floor
Now she beggin' for some more
Now she beggin' for some more
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Hours played
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Comments
1 Nov, 2012 @ 6:20am 
evry time again, thanks <3
30 Oct, 2012 @ 3:10am 
+rep fast trader
28 Oct, 2012 @ 9:18am 
+ rep.fast fair trader